Poetry Station

Paradise

I never pictured my death like this

Who knew this shitty country

Would be the end of me

If only many people were wise

And thought of their consequences

Thanks to them, many innocent people die

Everyone is mentally exhausted

They just can't take it anymore

I wonder why humanity is like that

Is this why humans were made?

To kill each other?

And downgrade others?

Is this why America was made?

To ignore the wise?

And give pride to the ignorant?

If this is what the world has become

I'd rather live in the sky

Covered in shining stars

Letting the breeze take me away

And never come back to this filthy world

I'd rather leave

Than to die slowly here

And with this last poem, I say

Goodbye to this filthy world

It's time for me to go to paradise

And leave without a word

Goodbye my stars

I'll meet you all in paradise soon